The Visit

Poem Body

Iron gate, unlatched,
cedars quietly swaying;
from the West, a new moon sails by.
On your tomb, neglected –
one wilted rose and a letter of goodbye.

Moonshadows cast scintilla of radiance
on your picture framed by granite:
praying, I pause with clasped hands.

Soon the dawns
will be merry and twittering,
there will be luminous tomorrows.
Keep living –
don’t be drained by sorrow.

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Río Negro, Argentine Patagonia, ARG

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, T.S. Elliot. Shakespeare, Gongora, Beckett, etc. Many others, such as Cervantes. I have to thank my mother because she read poetry to me from the cradle, so first I learned by memory and soon understood the words. Grammar comes naturally at about 5 years old, without any formal teaching.

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There upon the stone

A whole life remains
What of the involvement residual
Anchored to the past
Inert, to moving forward

Hi Ray, thanks so much for

Hi Ray, thanks so much for your comment. Not sure I know what you mean, but all nits are welcome. I had in mind my sons, Robert and Patrick, who died very young, 21 and 29 years old.
There is, of course, residual (and far more) sorrow remaining to this day.
Best wishes, Gracy

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There upon the stone

Hi Ray, thanks so much for

very emotional Grace

Hi lovedly, thanks for always

Hi Grace

Hi scribbler, so glad you